The struggle is real… and so is Netflix-Ass

Oh lordy it’s been a stressful week. Things way beyond my control keep arising and I haven’t felt this stressed out since I was accused of colluding on a 4% lab project in 3rd year psychology. (I didn’t collude). Weeks like these make me want to climb into a hole and make friends with the…

There’s a spider carcass in my car.

So here’s my week in review. You know, because you have been desperate to read about that. *hahaha* After the last post   I started thinking about my attitude towards car trips, and how they really are a nice way to spend time with J (sans kids, because you read the bit about inappropriate adult behaviours…

Easter, Eavesdropping, and the end of Extroversion.

Ah crap, I already screwed up my resolution to post once a week. Now you can see why things like “will learn to run 5km without death” and “try to answer the phone without fear” end up as nice ideas instead of solid accomplishments when I set goals. We went away for a few days…

Morning Glory

Don’t worry, I’m not oversharing. It was NOT that kind of morning. For some magical reason we all slept in a little today.  I was up late last night having heart palpitations because an interview I had given with the glorious Millie Elder-Holmes had been posted on her blog (here)  and I realised that people might actually read…

Come here and let me smell you.

Today I am walking around the house slightly overwhelmed by the plethora of intermixed smells. I decided it would be advantageous to burn an incense stick stolen from my daughter’s room, in the hallway downstairs. This downstairs floor (which also contains a bathroom) is currently entirely owned and operated by 3 teenagers. So to mitigate…

#mumfashion. Apparently I’m doing it wrong. 

So, I put it out there on A Questionable Method’s Facebook page (here)  that I was going to attempt to write a post a week. Probably. Well, maybe. This is more for me than you. It was another one of those well-intentioned New Year’s Resolutions, and being that it’s almost April I figured it may…

Fire in the hole.

Now that the helicopters have pretty much left the premises, and the smell of smoke has drifted further a field, I have decided it is acceptable to write about the time the hills caught on fire and we had to abandon our cat. If you live in Christchurch, Canterbury you will know there was a…

Wax on Wax off.

Content warning – (P.S How much do the words ‘content warning’ make you want to read a post even more) OK, so this post contains words such as vagina, vulva, and feminism. If any of those words offend you, consider this a NSFW post and I’ll catch you on another day. I’m not an overly…

Two girls walk into a pub 

I am committing sleep hygiene crime here. I’m writing this post on my phone, lying on my side, illuminated only by the auto brightness setting. I should’ve just had the warm milk… I may as well write this post in reverse chronological order (because that’s how my brain functions at this time.) It’s 2.50am and…

Silent night.

I usually write a post about Christmas at this time. It’s usually not really about the joy and the gratitude, but rather the stress and the hostility. But I’m not going to do that this year. This year is going to be different. This year, I plan to be zen as f*ck. How have I…

Clean up in Aisle 3.

Apologies for the two week halt on posts.. it happens. I have considered writing a blog-a-day. Then I realised the daily immortalizing of my often non-eventful, non adventures may bore some readers to tears, so weekly-slash-fortnightly is as good as I can do right now. Today, friends, I’d like to talk about fear. Not the…

I’ll pass on the Orange Shake thanks.

Holy mother of all things orange and raging. This has been the worst week since that time I won the  Canterbury Regional Athletic Sports for High Jump (first letters capitalised because that’s how exciting it was when I was 11), then went home to ride my bike, crash into my (overly large, but no judgement) neighbor…